Timeless

*No matter how much one man accomplishes, there will always be those who scoff. Whether or not the haters are jealous or just have admiration for someone that does so much is never truly known. The same can be said for "The Nightmare" Mike Bly, who will be squaring off against Dusty J, a man that has indeed accomplished many great things during his tenure in Elite Fantasy Wrestling. But the question has recently come up from various people, in and out of the wrestling business, "Can Dusty J still out perform each and every man in professional wrestling?" "Can Dusty J once again climb the mountain top and reach the pinnacle of success in the sport of professional wrestling?" Perhaps an even better question than those aforementioned would be "Why are people even questioning Dusty J's in ring ability?" What on earth has Dusty even done to receive such flack each and every time he prepares for a big match? Is it because he couldn't lead his DHW counterparts to victory at SummerSmash? Something that could hardly be considered his fault due to Duzer walking out on the team and Peligro showing up without telling even his own teammates. Maybe it's to be blamed on Dusty J for the mysterious dissapearance of TJ RocKeR, who showed up in less than great condition and ultimately got pinned in the battle. Maybe it's because he lost to Jimmy Maxwell on a recent edition of EFW Rage, then again it's often left out that Brian Cady assisted his 8 Ball Inc "protege" in getting the win. But maybe it all boils down to the night that Dusty J unceremoniously dropped his EFW Worlds Heavyweight Championship to Shawn Hunt? No matter what he source of all this negativity is, Dusty J has continued to excel at what he does each and every week, and that's wrestle. Some people could consider Dusty J's in ring talents to be that of a mega superstar, that of a legend, some even say his matches are timeless. Timeless, wow, that's a big compliment when you consider the thousands of men who make their way into wrestling rings every year. Dusty himself doesn't have a big enough ego to ever warrant anything he's accomplished in the ring to the likes of Bruno Sammartino, Luscious Johnny Valiant, Andre The Giant, among other legendary figureheads in the sport. He respects what happened way back when a great deal, and oftentimes envisions himself competing in those enviroments. But of course that could never happen now, Dusty can't just go back and re-visit the "golden era" of wrestling at the drop of a dime, can he? No...of course not...then again...*

*Dusty J and Greg Dixson. Known throughout the wrestling world as the funniest on air pair in the business, and rightfully so. As it turns out though, it's not an act, these two are legitimate best friends from way back during the times of Dangerously Hardcore Wrestling. Nowadays Greg is serving as Dusty's personal camera man, and loving it, who wouldn't? Being his best friend, he hardly has to do any actual work. Tonight they are working, however, studying clips of the "golden era" of wrestling. Tape after tape of classic superstars from the 50's, 60's, 70's. Dusty has always been a huge fan of professional wrestling and an eager learner, he's eating these tapes up like a little girl...or Russ, at an NSync concert. He can't get enough of watching the old NWA, his personal favorite wrestling company. Seeing guys like Dusty Rhodes and Harley Race duke it out in their primes is something he had always wanted to see first hand. Greg Dixson is also a fan of professional wrestling, however is not a "student of the game" like his counterpart is. Greg is hard at work preparing video equipment for an upcoming featurette that will be seen on EFW Home Video's "Best of EFW - Volume 1." Dusty finishes watching an old edition of Saturday Night wrestling from the 70's and gets up from the couch he's not moved from in about six hours to go get a drink. He lightly jogs over to the cabinet and pulls out a glass before getting water from his water purifier. He takes a big chug and looks over at his friend Greg, who seems to have hit a snag in his attempt to set up his stuff. He walks over and looks at Greg, who is now stuck in a bunch of cables.*

Hey Greg, not that it's any of my business, I know you're the camera guy and everything, but I don't think that tangling yourself in a bunch of cables is going to make the equipment work any better.

Why do you always have to be such a smartass? Just help me get out of here for crying out loud!

Alright old man, chill. You've been hanging out with Rusty for too long.

*Dusty begins trying to untangle Dixson, but forgets to set aside his glass of water. The glass falls from his hand and water douses the expensive camera equipment. Unfortunately for the duo, the camera's are all plugged in, thus sending electric shocks up and down the bodies of Dusty and Greg Dixson. The house, which had previously only seen light from the television set, is now lighting up like the Fourth of July. Obviously, Dusty and Greg are terrified by this point, death wasn't on their agenda for today. As the electricity pumps through Dusty's system, he silenty prays that everything will turn out alright, though the likelihood of that seemed miniscule now. He looks over at Greg, who is also shaking violently as the surge of electricity zaps him of his strength. Dusty tries to hang on a little bit longer, but can no longer maintain his consciousness, he passes out from the extreme pain. His friend Greg Dixson already appear dead when his eyes shut. Could this be the end of life as he knew it? If so, what a way to go...*

Awake...huh? I'm awake? That can't be possible. I was just dead. I got electricuted, I remember. I died, and Greg, he died too. We're both dead...so how can I be aware of these thoughts? Hell, how can I be thinking these thoughts? It's not possible. Is this another dream? I know I have some tripped out nightmares sometimes but this is just off the charts. There has to be a way to figure out what the hell's going on. Is this heaven? It doesn't look like it, I don't see any pearly gates, I don't hear that familiar tune of harps and violins. I don't see angels, I don't see Elvis, I don't see Owen, what's going on? This isn't possible...maybe if I scream? Maybe I should yell? Then maybe somebody could hear me and explain what's going on. That's my only hope now. GREG! GREG! DIXSON! Damn...I wonder if he's going through the same thing as I am... JEREMY! BRETT! HUNT! MCMIRRA! ETHANE! Wow...no answers. I guess this is how it's going to be from now on...all alone...just me...

Dusty? Dusty? Dusty J? Is that you? Hey...it's me Greg! Can you hear me? Come on, if you can just say something! Come on man I know you can hear me! If you're as confused and freaked out as I am please answer...

Greg? Greg Dixson? Where are you? I can hear you, but I can't see anything. It's like i'm blinded, nothing but darkness surrounds me.

I'm on the same boat man, I can't see. Do you think we're dead? Heaven maybe?

I've already dismissed that theory. It doesn't appear that this is heaven, or else we'd probably be able to see. Not to mention I wouldn't have this really bad tingling sensation going up and down my spine. We definitely need to find a way to get out of...wherever we are though.

Well if we can't see how do you expect us to get out of here? That's going to be exceedingly difficult. Any bright ideas?

I don't know man, just feel around. Maybe we'll find something, or one another. So lets just search.

*After a few minutes of scanning the area, the two bump into one another. Still blinded, they make sure not to go 2 steps ahead or behind the other. While searching, they uncover basically nothing. Hell, they think they're dead. Then, out of nowhere, a bright light appears, and their eyes open. Once open, they have to squint to see the light and anything it might be leading to. They follow the light, risking blindness (again) but at this point, that doesn't matter, they want to know what the hell is going on. They keep going and going, nonstop until they reach the light, that's when they hear the sound of a voice...something from the past...

Hello boys, welcome. I hope you enjoy your time here at the matches tonight.

*Earlier the "glory days of professional wrestling" were spoken of, well, here it is. The electric shock must have somehow been a magical time transport back to the 50's/60's wrestling. Greg and Dusty now have a front row seat to see the legends of the ring live, something that only the elders of their own 2005 time can speak of. After an entire card stacked full of legends, it is time for the main event of the evening, Nature Boy Buddy Rogers vs Gorgeous George. Like most old time matches, this one ends in a one hour draw. Afterward, Dusty and Greg stay at the arena talking about the spectacle they just witnessed.*

I can't believe we just saw Buddy Rogers against Gorgeous George...wow. That's something nobody is going to believe man.

Can you believe that these guys would wrestle almost every day, and wrestle for an entire hour because it was just that hard to distinguish who the better man was? I mean think of the endurance these guys would half to have in order to keep on rolling every single day at 150 mph like that.

Watching that taught me a whole lot about the business, just in that one hour, more than i've been taught in a long long time. I mean think about it, those guys would not care about anything else, their only goal was to win. Win win win. They fought for the Worlds Title, and that belt meant more to them than anything in the world. They know that being the Worlds Champion is something that few man can say they've done. Hell, fifty some odd guys win the SuperBowl every year, fifteen or so win the NBA Finals, and twenty-five win the World Series. There's only one Worlds Heavyweight Champion. There have been fewer World Heavyweight Champions than one football team, and that's saying something. This sport isn't about leaning on teammates to "make you better" or "elevate your game." You have to do it yourself, no depending on others to do it for you, because you know that nobody here in this industry is to be trusted. When I won the EFW Worlds Title from Jake Snypes, I was so happy, I was enthralled to high heaven because I had never done it, and people had always said "Dusty J can't be the big man, he can't win the Worlds Heavyweight Championship, he can't get over the proverbial hump." Well I proved them wrong, and that's all I was concerned with. Now I see the history, the glitz the glamor, the Worlds Title is a lot more than just proving naysayers wrong, it's about showcasing your talents to the rest of the world and showing them that nobody does your job better than you. It's like winning the Nobel Prize in science, or math, or whatever category. It signifies that nobody is better than you. Anybody who tells you that they're satisfied with anything but the best is lying, because wanting to be the best, needing to be the best is human nature. We all know it, you want to be the best camera man Greg, I want to be the best wrestler, Jeremy Nolin wants to be the best president, Russ wants to be the best transexual wrestler in the history of the business.

I can also tell you that my opponent Mike Bly wants to be the greatest wrestler here. Well that's noble, but the fact of the matter is, he's going about trying to do that the wrong way. He's been going around completely disregarding everything i've done here in EFW, much like all the others have the past couple of months, and thinking that Dusty J isn't worth his time. He thinks he'll walk all over me, well i'm not one to take that kind of stuff too lightly. He said it himself, underrate your opponent, and lose. Well now he's underrating me, and i'm the last man in EFW to be burying, because I am far from dead. He can try laying that hammer down at Rage if he so chooses, but he should have learned by now that if nothing, not even electricity has killed me yet, then what makes him think he's going to have that good a day as to get rid of me? I'm like a gnat, i'm never going to go away, i'm always going to be here, in Elite Fantasy Wrestling, doing the thing that I love to do for the people that love to watch me do it. I'll be buzzing around as long as this company has life, and i'll make sure he knows it too. He'll try to swat me away sure, everyone else has. He'll go to the dollar store and buy ten fly swatters for a buck, and go hog wild all night trying to kill me, but i'll survive, he won't touch me. I'll have my fun driving him to the brink of insanity, and then make my way out through a window, laughing all the way.

He thinks i'm not a warrior. Oh i'm a warrior alright. I hope Bly can hear me from wherever he is. I'm an ultimate warrior, if you'll excuse the pun. I've been through the wars Bly, and i've seen you go through hell against Devastator in your battles week after week, I know you can handle just about anything thrown in your way. You have proven to me atleast that you're a noble warrior, capable of great things. But what happens when an even bigger warrior, a stronger, smarter, slicker warrior comes in and knocks you down? Do you get back up and keep on fighting valiantly until you're knocked down again? Then when you keep getting knocked down, and keep coming back for more, do you change your plan of attack? Or do you keep persisting, trying to take the warrior down the same way? Do you want it badly enough to alter your fighting style that has worked so many times in the past? Or do you keep going with what's familiar? What's worked before? But you know deep inside that the stuff that's worked before, those cute little tricks that have never failed you in the past, will fail you now. How will you go about it? Finnesse maybe? Strategy? Force?

Force...hmmm....that's a good one. Are you going to be that undying force? The irrestible force that clashes with the immovable object? The magical force that ties everything in our universe together? Well i'm that immovable object, the rock soid foundation of EFW, and you're just another guy that's trying to move me, to knock the legs out from under me and send EFW crumbling down, turning it upside down in ways nobody has ever imagined. Maybe I am just rambling, but when you put thought into it, it makes perfect sense.

These wrestlers I saw tonight are timeless. They will always be timeless because everyone knows that they were the innovators of the things we do today Mike. Timeless as anything, as Martin Luther King Jr's "I have a dream" speech, as the announcement of John F. Kennedy's murder, as the first men landing on the moon. I want to be timeless too. I want people to talk about me years and years from now, to talk about what a great wrestler I was, to talk about what a great champion I was. People would respect me...but you don't, and that's what I take most issue with out of anything you said about me Bly. Respect is essential in a champion, I know that, Jake Snypes knew that, and Shawn Hunt, while I don't think gave a damn during his tenure as 8 Ball ringleader knew, he does know. You don't respect me, for reasons i'm unaware of, apparently you've taken on this false assumption of me as a "whiner." Well let me ask you something Mike Bly, how often does a pety kiss ass whiny bitch become Worlds Heavyweight Champion? I've been there, i've done that, and I want it all back! You said you'll respect me if I can defeat you on Rage, well that's fine by me, so Bly, get ready to respect me more than you ever did before. You want to be timeless too? Prove to me and everyone that you're timeless, in victory or defeat, if you give me the run for my money that not even the greatest in the industry have given me before, that will make you timeless, it will make you immortal. If you have any interest in that, bring your A Game to Rage Mike Bly, because i'm ready for you, i've got the force behind me, and i'm hoping you're ready to knock down an immovable object.

Dusty...we're back in the golden ages, how is Mike Bly supposed to hear what we're saying?

Well Greg, simply because there's a camera right there, and while it may be old timey, we can still get the film and find something to play it on, post it on the EFW website, and let Mike Bly have a look, how's that for you?

Sounds awesome, but how are we going to get back home? Hell, we don't even know how we got here.

I think i've found a way to do that too...just hold on a minute and let me test this theory.

*Dusty runs over to the concession stand and takes a bottle of water, nobody notices seeing that the arena is now empty because the matches ended about one hour ago. He motions for Greg to come to him, Dixson obliges and stands beside Dusty and the camera that caught the matches and his interview on film. Dusty pours the bottle onto the camera, as he and Greg begin to feel the electricity surge through their bodies, however there is not as much pure cold fear this time around. After passing out they are lead back to the inbetween world of no vision, but soon find one another and head towards the light, leading them back to Dusty J's living room in Hollywood where the television is showing what else? The Buddy Rogers vs Gorgeous George main event they just came from.*

*Not everybody is good enough to be considered a "timeless" wrestler. Some become "heroes" and are hailed by the wrestling fans, some are never embraced and live a life of sorrow, and some become legends. The ones that aren't embraced are often times forgotten, heroes are always remembered fondly for the stuff they did inside the squared circle each and every night. Dusty J and Greg Dixson know that the man from Hollywood has the potential to go beyond hero and become a legend. Legend is the ultimate status of anything you're discussing, because heroes are remembered, but like Buddy Rogers and Gorgeous George, legends never die.*

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